Okay. So I went to the dentist for a checkup for like the first time in about eight years. I’m going to have to have my other wisdom tooth extracted; no big deal there.
The big deal is that I have around thirty-one cavities. The dentist came in the end, took my hand in a firm handshake, looked at me, and said, “I will rebuild it for you. I will rebuild it. But you must come to the appointments. I will rebuild it.”
Made me feel like the Six Million Dollar Man.
And then I had to make eight dental appointments.
Kids, don’t drink so much Coke (or snort it, either, for that matter), and for God’s sake, go to the dentist every six months or so, or you’re gonna end up like me.
But I will be rebuilt.
Heh.